The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Leonardo withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his finger, circling the tip over her tight hole before gently dipping it inside Sofia. She let out a primal scream, unable to contain her overwhelming pleasure. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes glistened with moisture.

Pausing for a moment, Leonardo pulled away to gaze at Sofia’s visage, searching for any signs of distress. He longed to continue, the desire coursing through his veins, but her well-being was his utmost concern. Sofia’s lips were parted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. When she didn’t immediately respond, he pressed gently once more.

“Tell me, my love. Do you want me to stop? Say your safe word,” he uttered, his own inner turmoil gnawing at his heart. Asking her to halt their intimacy was tearing him apart, but he knew he had to prioritize her consent and comfort above all else.

“No,” Sofia moaned, her response leaving no room for doubt. Without wasting a single moment, Leonardo plunged his face back between her legs, his mouth working its magic as he fervently pumped his finger in and out of her tight, wet entrance. With each deliberate thrust, he could feel her inner muscles stretching around his thick digit, while his tongue and lips were busy playing with her clitoris.

He slowly inserted another finger, and she shook hard, her inner muscles clenching tightly around his fingers.

Fuck! She was so tight. He could feel her inner muscles tighten, and she throbbed around his fingers. He knew that she was on the edge. He pumped his fingers harder and faster this time. Her body writhed on the bed, her moans filling the room as she screamed Leonardo’s name with increasing fervor. It seemed as though her cries of pleasure could have easily reached the ears of every crew member aboard the private jet, but he didn’t care. In fact, he took pride in the fact that he could elicit such loud exclamations, ensuring that everyone knew she belonged to him.

Her petite body was intoxicating, a drug he couldn’t resist. Every touch, every moment spent with her only fueled his addiction. She squirted and writhed heavily, cuming so hard. He replaced his fingers with his mouth and sucked her hot honey until her last drop.

As her body slowly relaxed, he propped himself up and hovered above her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth making her taste her own come. Their embrace grew more passionate with each passing second. He held her soft, yielding form tightly in his arms, cherishing the feel of her against him.

Leonardo moved away, breaking their hot kiss when he sensed her breathlessness, and gently released the handcuffs that had confined her wrists. As he took her reddened hands into his, he could feel the marks left behind by her unconscious tugging, a testament to the intense pleasure she had experienced. With great tenderness, he began massaging her wrists, hoping to absorb her pain into himself, and placed soft kisses upon them, providing her with some relief. His lips grazed her reddened skin, lingering in their exploration.

“Let’s get you dressed. We’re almost reaching Genoa,” Leonardo murmured, gathering her scattered clothes from around the room.

He carefully dressed Sofia, his movements deliberate and unhurried, while she watched him in awe, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and adoration.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. As much as I yearn to make love to you, I won’t do it here,” Leonardo reassured her with a teasing smile. “I want our love making to be extraordinarily special, something you’ll cherish forever. And believe me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

Sofia’s face flushed with embarrassment and shyness, her desire to be consumed by the earth in that moment almost tangible. How had he known? Were her desires so apparent? She was ready and wanted him.

Leonardo’s smile widened, and he lowered his lips to press a gentle kiss against Sofia’s forehead, a gesture of reassurance and affection. Taking her hand in his, he led her toward their seats.

ust then, the announcement for landing began, and they fastened their seatbelts. Sofia could feel her heart racing once again. However, this time, Leonardo was by her side, showering her face with sloppy kisses. He held her hand tightly and pulled her closer, his touch offering comfort and reassurance. Distracting her with his sweet talk, he managed to make her forget the nervous anticipation of the landing. Sofia lost track of time, unaware of when the plane touched down.

After disembarking at the airport, they climbed into their car, and Leonardo remained engrossed in his phone throughout the journey. Sofia couldn’t help but wonder what had captured his attention, but she decided to let it slide for the moment. They eventually arrived home, and as Sofia contemplated heading to the guest room where she used to reside, Leonardo surprised her by leading her into his own room.

“You will stay in our room, angel. I’m sorry for what happened before,” Leonardo confessed, his guilt evident in his voice as he bit his full lips. Sofia replied nonchalantly, trying not to let her emotions betray her.

“That’s fine. I’m comfortable in the guest room. I understand if you don’t want to share your space,” she said, willing herself to remain composed. Leonardo shook his head in disagreement before speaking earnestly.

“No, no, angel. That’s not the case at all. I want to share everything in this room with you. And… if you don’t like the interior, you can change it according to your taste. But please forgive me for my mistake on our wedding night. I still regret how I mistreated you that day. You never deserved any of it,” Leonardo’s eyes glistened with sincerity, and his voice weighed heavy with remorse.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Sofia couldn’t help but feel touched by his words. He was being so sweet and genuine. Giving in to the surge of affection, she tiptoed closer to him and gently pecked his lips.

“Okay. But what about my clothes? They are in another room,” Sofia voiced her concern, worry etched on her face. The thought of transferring her belongings to Leonardo’s room seemed like a tiresome task.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Leonardo reassured her, his voice soothing. “Before our arrival, I made arrangements for the staff to move your things into this room. They’ve already taken care of it and organized everything in the cupboards.”

When did he plan all that? Sofia couldn’t help but wonder, surprised by Leonardo’s thoughtfulness. His behavior had undergone a significant change, and she had half-expected him to revert to his rude demeanor once they were back in Genoa. But to her pleasant surprise, that hadn’t been the case. She worried that she might become spoiled if he continued to lavish her with such pampering.

Without wasting any time, Sofia hastened towards the closet, eager to see her belongings. As she opened the doors, a wave of relief washed over her. All her clothes and personal items were neatly arranged inside. She even noticed a few new additions to her collection.

Turning around, Sofia found Leonardo standing there, a smile playing on his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her reaction.

“One more thing, angel,” Leonardo spoke, his tone slightly regretful. “I have to head to the office. There’s a lot of pending work that needs my attention.”

Sofia’s heart sank at his words. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she understood the responsibilities that came with his position. She mustered a small nod, silently acknowledging his commitment.

“Okay, but come soon. I’ll be waiting,” Sofia whispered, her words barely escaping her lips.

Leonardo’s lips curled into a tender smile as he approached her. Closing the distance between them, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Sofia’s forehead, leaving a delicate kiss. Moving to her cheeks, he peppered them with affectionate pecks.

“Take care, my love. I’ll try to come early,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of warmth and longing.

Their gazes locked for a moment, a silent exchange of love and anticipation. Then, in a surge of emotion, Leonardo captured Sofia’s lips in a passionate kiss, his fervor igniting a fire within her. It was a moment of stolen tenderness before the demands of the day pulled them apart. Reluctantly breaking away, he strode towards his closet, his movements confident and purposeful.

Sofia watched him in awe, admiring his every action. Without hesitation, he changed into his meticulously tailored business suit, his physique commanding attention even in the simple act of dressing.

Leonardo was the epitome of perfection. His hair, perpetually styled to perfection, was slicked back, accentuating his sharp features. His clothing, an ensemble of bespoke Italian craftsmanship, hugged his form as if it were crafted solely for him. And his presence exuded a magnetic charisma, a charisma that could make any woman willing to kill or die for him.

Once he was fully attired, he leaned in once more, capturing Sofia’s lips in a final, lingering kiss. With a whispered goodbye, he reluctantly tore himself away, leaving her behind as he embarked on his journey to the office.